Not My Wife

The doctor cleared his throat and glanced at her before turning to Allan. “Signore, your moglie—”

“She’s not my wife,” Allan quickly corrected.

She’d heard that word before so many times and Allan always flinched, followed by a tight smile. But he never told her what it meant. Now she knew and Riana felt like she’d been hit with a sledge hammer in her chest.

After a long silence the doctor went on. “Scusi, the signorina has a case of food poisoning. I would like to put her on a hydrating drip because of all the water she lost from vomiting.”

“That’s it?” Allan sounded relieved which only saddened Riana. He sounded like he’d dodged a bullet. Had he really thought she was pregnant?

“Si, Signore.”

Allan stood, pulling her with him. “We’ll just check into a hotel then I’ll bring her back.”

That would be a bad idea. The way she was feeling, she couldn’t be alone with Allan, not yet.

“No. Why don’t you do that and I’ll stay here. It will probably take an hour and then you can just pick me u